In the Grey

Hi Shiloh:)

thank you for that. Aging comes whether we want it or not.
As people age brings new perspectives. I'm in a great place in my life and it has only gotten better. Nothing perfect but I'm working on it.

Thanks for the RL:)

This is very 'new age' Adelphina. No? Lol. Well, it's very current anyhow. Stay cool. 😊

hahaha

I like that - New Age Adelphina:)
It's still a bit away but I ain't scared. LOL

Thanks for commenting Billy!

How you "Feel" is what matters! Not the number of years you have under your belt. I honestly thought you were in your late 20's/early 30's myself! Your spirit is young yet wise.

The first thing I thought about when reading this was waves on the ocean. The caps of them are grey and white and mesmerizing to watch, like many older women who are confident in themselves and know exactly what they want. The youth have their beauty but the aged the wisdom of experience.

Enjoyed reading this, particularly the author's note! I giggled when I read that. That's a cute show!

Hi A!  
 
I agree. I wrote a poem called Blue Jean Sea  
a while back and I talked about that.  
But I referred to them as frayed edges of my jeans. haha  
The ocean can totally hypnotize you and take you places.  
Even the sound calms me:)  

And bless you for thinking I'm in my thirties:)
Made my day chica.
But I'm bright old 49:)
and loving life
 
and the show!! OMG I'm addicted
Sometimes you need cute and silly.
It's fun to watch!  
Poor Alfie!!  
 
Now I have to wait until Sept. to  
see the other half. I'm not know for my  
patience. LOL  
 
thanks for the RL:)  
and stopping by for a comment

This is a wonderful spill. I love the   "I'll write you waves of words
                                                        that will inspire your mind
                                                        I'll write to you about your voice
                                                         that I hope you'll find

Perfect. Fia xoxo

Hi Fia

thank you for that.
It's one of my favorites too:)
Sometimes in writing it feels like
autopilot. Like it's not really me writing
even though it is. We get in that
writer trance and things
just flow. Thank goodness for muses:)
physical or spiritual.

Thanks for stopping by for a comment:)

50 is new whatever ...
I had a hard time with turning 50 but I'd take it now since I've blown past that..
Aging is quirky but I've always said you get the wisdom package at 50 and not a minute before.  All the things you couldn't see before suddenly start to make sense.
You'll be fine kid !!

Hey PS

50 is the whatever I say it is. hahaha
That's me being bossy!

Grey is the new black.
Black is the new grey

its all good
age is a blessing
so is writing.
I feel in great shape so I'm running with it.

Things do make more sense at this age.
I don't have it all figured out but where's the
fun in that. hahaha

Thanks for stopping by amigo:)

to quote billy joel, yesterday wasn't all that good and tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems

Hey Jimmy:)

I was a Billy Joel fan way back in the day.
Great quote!

thanks for stopping by

I love that you used "Grey" 🌼 I use it as a nod to my English grandmother.

Your poem has a beautiful vibe about the way of things. Isn't it amazing what thoughts a good show or song will unlease?

Hi Joe

I was in a grey moment!  And I got to thinking
about staying in the grey. Finding all the good in it.
Grey clouds and rain, to me, look menacing but beautiful.

find the positive even if there's a moment of dread. LOL

thanks for stopping by!

Phenomenal write. With age comes wisdom. Into the list it belongs. Appreciate you.

DL

Hi Damien

thanks for the phenomenal!
made my evening so thank you

for the RL too!

I b4 U

Dark room, no windows in a long time
With no furniture to confuse you
as you sit, back to wall
ass to floor
and wait for your ghosts

The idle light below the door
like a dropped sword
Like a line of was
or will be
a trespass
While you count your wounds
and try to rub them
off of your forehead

I hate to know
you get like this
I hate to feel worthless
Yet only fair
since I have my own moments
in my murky solitude

Ghosts are most vivid in the dark
You can sit there and conjure
one at a time, make it easier
to deal with them
Ask each the same questions
but none ever talk

Asking each ghost "what if"
never warmed a soul for long
It's a debt that
you can't take on

So now you sit alone
in that room surrounded in onyx
A sword of light below the door
too short to make it to your feet
Too far away to reach your toes
No rapture can reach...

~

I'm an old car now
I want to take you out
as far as I can
No one really wants to be alone
We all just watch for shadows
of shoes, under the door

The last of my compassion
is enough fuel to get us gone
To go watch today's sun die quiet

Or perhaps to the ocean
as it struggles at the shore
to be relevant
combating only sand
But there's so much of it

If I give out, keep going
Park me under a shade tree
and I will play my radio
as you go look for an edge
Where all of your light and dark
are swords and shields

Where the lava of a melting sun
hisses at the grasping sea
As I rust slow, silently
knowing that you found
a destiny.

~~~

I love this write!!  
 
Speechless right now even though I've read it like  
three times.  
 
and you are my destiny baby:)  
And you are not giving out - I will remind you about  
maintenance and all kinds of annoying things  
because I love you.  We'll also have an extra gas  
tank in the back of the truck just in case!!  
 
So beautiful and bittersweet.  
You need to put this on your page!!  
Stat!

It's posted exactly where it belongs. Just a reminder until we are together again. I miss our physical presence, a lot. No picture, no camera, captures how awesome you really are. In person is the you that is most desired.  

Kinda cool that our writes are somewhat similar themed, even though we had no idea what the other was writing.
I love your write. And you are ageless. All that enthusiasm and energy keeps you young.

When I told you about it, I had no idea you were
working on this theme. You make me feel younger
each day. It's like my age is reverting back to my twenties!
No joke.
I work off your energy too babe.

and the reply to this - it makes me all teary eyed every time I read it.  

Even if no one believes it, both our writes reflect on a journey. And you write of a road and then I use a car in my write. And we had no idea what the other was writing.
And, me mentioning rubbing my feet on your legs, is like a car on a road.
 Hey, you are beautiful and incredible, and you're perfect for me.  
Smooch!

That's the fun part. Surprising each other with our write.
why cheat. it wouldn't be as fun.  Unless collaborations!

Hey, you're handsome and funny and perfect for me too.
and a great kisser.  What?!!!   hahahaha

Dear A,

I love grey. For me I think it’s a soft and loving hue that accommodates a range of emotions. Kind of like soft landings so you don’t hit the bricks hard when life events appear harsh.  
While I wish I had the chutzpah to go grey, age is just a number because I feel sassier now that I’m as old as methuselah than I did waaaaaaaay back in my younger years. I enjoyed this piece for its reflection and coming to terms with all the possibilities available as we move onward. Lovely write. H🌷

Hi H!

I enjoy the flexibly of grey. It's soft:) Just like you brilliantly stated
for harsh landings. It also highlights other colors. It blends so well with everything.

I also think it's great symbolism for something being unfinished. You still got time to say what you want to say while in transition. it's great to hear from you!

Thanks for the RL and stopping by lovely:)

With age comes wisdom.  Keep on writing.

Hey Cisco!

Yes, if wisdom has a color, it's grey!
Thanks for stopping by!

DH